Where Shadows Refuse To Dance
Locking the door is useless,
for he has a key...
Will that sliver of light
become a wider slice tonight,
or not?
Bed sheet covers are but flimsy barriers,
easily thrown off
by hands—
Hard working hands
that roam where they should not
Tuck you to bed,
tell you a fairy tale before you sleep,
kiss you good night.
They all hold different meanings,
they always do.
The moon is a silent witness,
peeking through the windows,
where shadows refuse to dance...
but creep
Innocent eyes of a doll
that weep
“Shhh,” he says
“This is love.”
But the pounding heart,
the screaming mind
know otherwise.
This isn’t love.
It never was.
The moon can only scream in silence
with her.
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The sun crashes in,
dissolving the darkness
but it never matters,
for the nightmare continues...
She’s there at the stove, cooking
eggs sunny-side up
He reads the newspaper
with a smile
Yet tears start to pool
as a timid voice says,
“Please, Mommy...
Why don’t you believe me?
The Boogie Man is real.”
September 16, 2011
091620111025p1050
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